I have Three brothers. At least thats what I tell the average Joe shmoe that asks me. Kenny, Jacob, and Erin. What the average Joe Shmoe doesn't know is that I have an older sister, and an older brother. See my mother had my brother and sister before she was even 17 and they were taken by the state. (Long story that doesn't matter now, at least to anyone but me or my family) I have always been told about my brother and sister since I was a little girl, and have always had the strong desire to know them. I remember when they turned 18 Mom would talk about how they now had access to her files, and if they wanted to, they could find her. I remember dreaming about my sisters voice, about my brothers smile. I wondered what they would look like. Would my sister look like me. Does my brother make people laugh. Are they creative? So many questions that I honestly never ever dreamed would be answered. About a year ago I took a trip to Mexico, and it opened up my eyes. So many girls there became my sister. So many guys became my brother. I knew then that I would find my brother and sister. Now grantid, I did try to find them via the great internet when I was young. I knew their birth names, but that was about it. I would occasionally write to different shows or people asking them to help me find my brother and sister, ect but now I was determined. I got their birth places, their full birth names, and the name of their dad. I set up a myspace account, thinking maybe they new their birth names and had done the same. I wrote the Dr. Phil show, Oprah, and Maury. (I know what your thinking haha but a girl has to start somewhere). I even tried finding there dad to see if he had their social security numbers. Nothing. Goose Egg. Zero. Oh well, I figured this would be a search that I would have to embark on for the rest of my life.
Last saturday, 11 am
Kenny shows up at my door banging on it all crazyily. I was woken up, and cranky and wondering what the heck he would want from me. He tells me your brother Erin is on the phone. I have an older brother named Erin and I haven't talked to him in about 6 months so I got really excited, and snatched the phone up quick. I say, "hey dude whats up?" and, "dude where the heck do you live now?" and, "dude we need to hang out." he answers all my questions, and then Kenny says, "no, Its your brother Aaron." I then realized the voice was a little different, but I didn't get it right away. Suddenly it clicked in my head. My brother, born Randy Maxwell, was on the phone with me. His name? Aaron. I looked at my brother Kenny and broke down crying. I talked and cried for an hour. I don't remember what was said. I don't really care. Can you believe it? Aaron found Kenny on facebook (I love facebook now lol) and took a shot in the dark and called him. I soon got my sisters phone number, and called her right away. Again, lots of crying. Tears of joy, talking for hours, phone swapping. I don't remember those phone conversations. I don't need to. My sister and brother, born in the South, and the North, live in, Souix Falls Sd. An hour from me. Now I always dreamed of this moment. The moment of contact. The first time I hear a voice. I never dreamed I would be blessed enough to be close to where they were. I never dreamed the day I talked to my sister for the first time, that I would meet her.
Me and Kenny went out to lunch with Brianne that afternoon.
Im still pinching myself.
This weekend, I will meet my brother.
This weekend, my mom will meet her children and grandchildren.
Believe, and anything you dream is possible.
